The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 235: The harvest is great, blood is splattered, and flesh is torn apart
Longhu Ridge, the martial arts arena.

"Strike the God from a distance!"

Looking at the man on the stage with wide eyes falling to the ground.

The two people at the edge of the arena couldn't bear it any longer.

“Isn’t this a mind attack?!
According to Ou Yuxi, Wang Furen has used it so many times and will not have any more strength left.

How can you continue to use it? ! "

"How should I know?! What should I do next?"

The two turned their heads with doubts and looked at the pile of people nearby who were not responding.

"I... I really can't do it anymore. I don't even have the strength to speak..."

Qin Zhiming was trembling all over, and his sweat soaked the ground beneath his feet.

The two were attracted by the first-class treatment that was within their reach.

Even if he lost, so what? Wang Furen would only make a reasonable request.

It is not easy to find such a stupid A-level disciple.

Thoughts flashed through.

One man let out a long sigh and stepped onto the arena.

"Are you crazy?!"

At this time, Guo Mingrui, who received the news, rushed here with several disciples. He looked at everything in front of him in astonishment.

"Brother Guo, first come first served. You don't think that the entire Longhu Ridge is under your control, do you?"

The disciple from the aristocratic family standing at the edge glanced at Guo Mingrui.

"Do you know who he is?!"

"I know, Wang Furen."

"Wang, you are a bunch of idiots!
He is Qin Zhiming! The Tiandeng disciple Qin Zhiming! The Tiandeng disciple who defeated Xue Hong! "

The disciple on the stage who heard the shouting from the audience glanced at You Shanling who had just floated in the air, and then glanced at Qin Zhiming who had an expressionless face.

"Are you a disciple of Tiandeng?"

"Yes."

"You are violating the rules by doing this?!"

“The Dao rules don’t say that you must use your real name during a duel.

How did I violate the rules?"

Qin Zhiming raised his lips and turned to look at Guo Mingrui:
"Ruin my plans? Just wait, I'll find you on the fighting stage soon.

Then, I will scrape off your flesh inch by inch."

Guo Mingrui sneered:
"If you have the guts, challenge me in a duel now."

Qin Zhiming ignored him and turned his attention to his opponent.

"As for you?"

"I..."

Before he could even utter the word "surrender", his opponent fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Qin Zhiming took the flying Youshan Order, which was the ninth one he had obtained.

"The winner has been decided, and my request is that everything the loser has should belong to me."

Seeing all the mountain-hiking orders glowing slightly, Qin Zhiming shouted towards the sea of ​​trees.

"Come out and move."

The grass parted, revealing a huge sitting tiger and a heavy bear.

The disciple riding on the tiger was none other than Sikong Wan.

She quickly walked to Qin Zhiming and put the Youshan Order in his hand and on the ground into the package.

Looking at Sikong Wan who was very respectful, Guo Mingrui suddenly realized:

"I was wondering how you knew that Lu Yang and his men were not as good as you? It turned out that they were her chosen targets.

I'm so dedicated to avenging you? Sikong Wan, are you willing to marry me?"

Facing Guo Mingrui's sarcasm, Sikong Wan smiled.

"Yeah, at least there are people who want me to sacrifice myself, unlike your sister, who doesn't even have anyone who wants her."

Guo Mingrui was choked for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Afterwards, under the complicated gazes of the crowd, Qin Zhiming and Sikong Wan rode away on the tiger.

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June 16th, Sui Shi Lou.

Qin Zhiming and Sikong Wan sat opposite each other.

The round table in front of them was filled with gourds.

"What a great harvest! You can take four gourds. You deserve it."

Sikong Wan was overjoyed and placed the four gourds next to himself.

"Why did you choose Lu Yang and the others?"

Seeing that Qin Zhiming was in a good mood, Sikong Wan asked cautiously.

"You don't really think I'm avenging you, do you?

It was very simple, they were disciples of aristocratic families, and they were also Grade B disciples. As disciples of aristocratic families, their ability to obtain elixirs must be stronger than that of ordinary disciples.

You also said that their strength is only slightly stronger than Xue Hong.

The most important thing is that they followed Guo Mingrui in deceiving you, and have also seen the benefits gained by the Guo siblings.

Judging from this, when faced with the temptation of snatching benefits, they are more likely to be tempted and take action than ordinary disciples.

That’s why I targeted them.”

“Well, I asked them after the incident with Guo Mingrui.

Why did you collude with Guo Mingrui to deceive me?
They said that in Longhu Ridge, the strong prey on the weak, and the strong should benefit from the weak.

I am the weak one.”

"That's how it is. You are too emotional and can't accept this.

What’s past is past, focus on the Locking Divine Skill.

The sooner you can forge the chain of your mind, the sooner you will be able to restrain your emotions.

Only then will your strength advance by leaps and bounds.

You follow me. "

Sikong Wan followed Qin Zhiming to the pond behind Suishi Tower.

The two crossed the pool and walked into the bamboo forest behind.

Not long after, the two came to an open space.

There was nothing on the open space except bamboo leaves.

Sikong Wan looked around and there seemed to be nothing special about this place.

“Every Tiandeng disciple’s residence will have a special place for meditation.

This is the place where the temple is closed for viewing when the season comes.

This bamboo forest is different from the previous one.

As long as someone starts to retreat, no sound can reach here, and no one can come in. "

"Are you going to meditate?"

Qin Zhiming nodded.

"The immortal's guidance has benefited me a lot. I need to use meditation to improve my strength.

I don’t know how long it will take before I can come out of this retreat.

Before that, you have to cut the golden ball sent by Zatang into gold nuggets and spread them all over this empty space."

"To cover it completely? I'm afraid it will take hundreds of kilograms, right?"

Sikong Wan glanced at the open space and was shocked.

Although Qin Zhiming had never eaten gold in front of her, but after spending some time together, she had guessed that Qin Zhiming needed to use gold to practice.

But she didn't expect that Qin Zhiming wanted to cover the open space with gold.

"Will Zatang agree? With such a large amount of gold, even Wuji Temple would have to consider it, right?"

"They agreed and they will all be delivered today."

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June 18th, early morning.

After Sikong Wan's hard work day and night, the open space was finally covered with gold.

"satisfied?"

Looking at the open space shining with golden light, Qin Zhiming nodded with satisfaction.

"for you."

He took out two gourds of pills from his big bag and threw them to Sikong Wan.

"Your reward, and you take this as well."

Sikong Wan stroked the Mountain Tour Order belonging to Qin Zhiming in his hand, feeling a little surprised.

"give to me?"

"What else? Remember to ask Xuntu to go to the pharmacy every month to get the two gourds of elixirs given to me by the temple.

If I haven't come out of retreat yet before your pills run out, you can use those pills first."

After Qin Zhiming finished speaking, he picked up his bag and prepared to step into the open space.

"By the way, be careful when you are alone and don't let others fool you again."

Without waiting for Sikong Wan's response, Qin Zhiming entered the open space.

In an instant, countless bamboos appeared in front of Sikong Wan.

In her eyes, the open space was getting farther and farther away from her and was gradually completely blocked by the bamboo.

"You should be more careful."

After muttering something with a strange feeling, Sikong Wan turned and left.

On the open space, Qin Zhiming, who was sitting cross-legged, threw the bag full of gourds aside.

"With their minds split and their bodies covered in bruises, these two are probably in a bit of pain."

Qin Zhiming muttered to himself and grinned.

The next moment, blood splattered and flesh and bones were separated.

(End of this chapter)